the four monks are out in the open
meditating;
the prayer flags are flapping
'The flags are flapping, '
hums the first monk
'The wind is there, '
intones the second
'It is the mind that
is flapping, '
observes the third
'Mouths are flapping
is all what I see and hear, '
says the last
the frog in the grass
is silent
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